Su Mu perhaps was in shock, for she hadn't reached out to take Wen Han's hand for a long time. Wen Han did not feel awkward; instead, he slowly drew back his hand, opened his arms, and looked at Su Mu with a gentle smile.
"Not shaking hands? Do you want to hug me instead? After all, I had always wanted to hug that little girl back then but never got the chance."
This time, Su Mu did not refuse; perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps because she desperately needed a shoulder to lean on, or maybe she just wanted something to hide the tears that were about to spill from her eyes. Thus, she leaned into Wen Han's embrace, allowing him to gently hold her.
Wei Shaoqin, having understood the entire story, found it theatrical and nearly unbelievable. Yet, the truth was right before his eyes, compelling him to believe. Fortunately, seeing Su Mu react, no longer as quiet as if non-existent, he felt grateful to Wen Han for that alone.
Yet, his heart still felt somewhat bitter.